"Brother Hao, Brother Hao, what's the matter with you?" Seeing Jiang Minghao holding the hilt of the flying knife in his right hand, he stood there blankly, lowered his head and motionless, as if he was asleep. Just like in a sauna, it kept popping out of his forehead, and Xiao Shao didn't dare to go forward and pull it, so he could only call Jiang Minghao's name from the side.
"call·······"
Jiang Minghao suddenly gasped, as if he had been in the water for a long time, and finally came into contact with the air. He desperately stuffed the oxygen in the air into his lungs, frightened and hurriedly shouted:
"Brother Hao, are you okay? What happened?"
"No... It's okay." Jiang Minghao seemed to walk away from a ghost gate, but his right hand still held the throwing knife on the wall tightly, never letting go, as if pulling for help. It was straw-like, squeezing his arms so that the veins violently violently. Seeing his appearance, the chic on the side dared not step forward to touch him.
At this moment, Jiang Minghao suddenly muttered to himself: "The fucking grandfather of your grandfather and grandma, is he going to die and be scared to death by himself as an egg?"
"what·······"
Jiang Minghao suddenly roared. His voice was like a tiger whistling through the mountains, and the dragon chanted thunder in nine days. The entire valley seemed to be shaken by his voice. Jiang Minghao's feet were like green pine roots. Two deep footprints were struck directly on the rock below his feet, and his muscles and meridians were also aroused by this roar, like a roaring dragon, venting all his power, even directly wrapping it on the surface of the skin. His clothes broke apart.
The chic on the side can clearly feel the violent aura emanating from Jiang Minghao's body at this time. All the power in his body is like a cannonball exploding, unexpectedly producing a powerful impact, and the impact is swelling. The air around him was so cool that he couldn't even open his eyes.
"Boom..."
As the flying knife was pulled out, a cold light flashed at the interface between the blade and the stone wall. The stone wall engraved with the seal type soldier was like a piece of glass hit by a hammer, shattered instantly, and scattered with a bang. In one place, a deep and long tunnel appeared in front of Jiang Minghao again, and a icy wind blew out from the tunnel, like the air of polar ice and snow, and the two of them were trembling, as if from a warm spring. Instantly turned into a cold winter.
"Huh·····Suck······Hoo······Suck·······
Jiang Minghao bent over, propped his knee with his left hand, panting desperately, his right hand was still holding the flying knife that had just been pulled from the rock wall.
"My grass, Brother Hao, really made us wrong, there is a way out, we are saved!" Chic looked at the deep corridor, smiled, happy like a child dancing and dancing, regardless of the tired side. The half-dead Jiang Minghao continued to dance and shout:
"Brother Hao, I love you too much, come, take one." He said chicly, rushing to hug Jiang Minghao and kiss him on the cheek.
"Fuck off!"
Jiang Minghao suddenly yelled, and the flying knife in his hand pointed at the handsome chest, gasping and cursing: "My little master is straight, dare to mess around and be careful that I'll pierce you with a chill."
"Don't don't don't," Xiaosha stopped with a sudden brake and desperately put his hands to explain: "Brother Hao, I'm just too excited, we are saved, and we can finally go out!"
Jiang Minghao's sweat on his forehead seemed to regain some physical strength. Perhaps in the eyes of Chiao, he was just as simple as pulling a throwing knife, but the pain and battle he endured in his heart was far more terrifying than reality. On the battlefield, if you lose, you will lose. At most, you will have one life. But in the world of mind just now, once Jiang Minghao loses, although he can save his life, he will lose his life and destiny, and may even be The world swears and stinks for thousands of years.
This place is really weird. The single word soldier almost made Jiang Minghao lose himself. He didn't even dare to try other stone walls, so he immediately urged: "Chic, we have to leave here quickly, this place is very evil. ."
"En, okay." Xiaoshu picked up the falcon wing saber that landed aside, and took the lead in a cat's body into the long corridor. After so long underneath, he was too longing for the air and sunlight on the ground.
Walking into the corridor, he found that the size of the corridor was exactly the same as when they came. The only difference is that the previous corridor seemed to be spring and the temperature was moderate, and this corridor seemed to be wrapped in ice. It was so cold that even a thin layer of frost could be clearly seen on the stone wall of the tunnel.
"Be cool, be careful, I don't think this tunnel is right." Jiang Minghao reminded after him.
"Brother Hao, do you think something is wrong? I feel so cold like this!"
"Nonsense," Jiang Minghao said silently: "Did you not see the frost on this rock wall? It's strange that it's not cold. This place is too weird, let's get out of here as soon as possible!"
After Jiang Minghao finished speaking, he suddenly reacted. It was pitch black here, and Chicao couldn't see the frost formed on the stone wall. He rubbed his eyes and suddenly reacted, and his perspective ability was restored. Immediately speeded up his pace and came to the front of Chic. Perhaps he was a natural leader. Perhaps in his heart, he always regarded Chic as his younger brother. So Jiang Minghao always hopes to protect Chic. He has taken Chic as his own from the bottom of his heart. Brother, even in desperation, never abandon his brother.
"Chase, listen to my steps and follow me closely." Jiang Minghao deliberately increased his pace to show Chance the way.
Not long after going out, his dashing teeth began to tremble up and down. The cold was so cold that he shivered. His cotton vest had already burned out. Now there is only a thin camouflage uniform. He crossed his hands to hold himself and let his body. The temperature goes as slowly as possible.
Jiang Minghao walked in front, against the whirring cold wind, a layer of white ice formed on his face and eyebrows. He could clearly see that the white heater he exhaled was instantly swallowed under the cold air. , But Jiang Minghao always straightened his waist, using his body to resist the cold wind, blocking the air-conditioning for the chic behind, but he could not hear the chic footsteps when he was walking.
"Xiao...you are okay?" Jiang Minghao shouted in his trembling voice: "Let's talk."
But when he turned his head, he found that he was crouching and squatting motionless beside the stone wall. His trembling body was like sifting chaff. Jiang Minghao hurriedly went back, hugged him, rubbing his face and hands. Such a low-temperature and humid environment is no better than a desert. The cold of the desert is dry and cold, and the tunnel is indeed cold and humid. The cold and cold that penetrates into the bone marrow can make people lose consciousness in an instant.
Xiao Shao seemed to feel the presence of Jiang Minghao, shaking her lips, and biting her teeth quackly and said: "Brother Hao, I'm so cold, I'm so sleepy."
"Xiao······Choose!" Jiang Minghao also trembled in the cold. The frost on his face proved that he was not much better than Xiaoxie, but he still said stiffly: "Don’t grind your teeth. The more you bite, the colder we are. We say to speak...Don't sleep, you can't get up when you fall asleep."
"Ho... Brother Hao... You... Go ahead, I think... I want to sleep for a while and take a break."
"Snapped······"
Jiang Minghao slapped Xiao Shao's swollen face and cursed: "Things that are not promising, you still want to be a soldier? Get off your clothes as soon as possible!"
But this slap didn't seem to have any effect, and Xiao Shao was still groggy, his eyes squinted as if he was dozing off, because the cold corridor, which was close to twenty or thirty degrees below zero, had already frozen his face unconsciously.
However, after Jiang Minghao finished cursing, Xiao Sha did not speak, like a child who was asleep. Looking at him, Jiang Minghao knew that Xiao Sha would not be able to hold on, but now they even the most There were no basic heating tools. In desperation, Jiang Minghao took off his only camouflage shirt and wrapped it around Xiao Shao, squatting shirtless in the tunnel.
He took out the piece of snake meat in his backpack that was frozen as hard as a rock, and took a bite, but apart from leaving a few deep tooth marks on the meat, nothing came off. He just I can take out the moss that was wrapped in a brie and frozen like a smoothie, pulled it down a little bit and stuffed it into my mouth, melted it with the temperature of my mouth, and slowly chewed it and swallowed it into my stomach.
In such an extremely cold environment, Jiang Minghao must ensure the energy in his body, and now he can only replenish his energy by swallowing the moss that is frozen like a smoothie that even sheep will not eat. Fortunately, he has already added energy in advance. The moss is squeezed out, otherwise it will take him more time and effort to eat these foods in such a harsh environment.
Jiang Minghao squeezed a whole pack of moss into his stomach. At this time, his whole body was so cold that he couldn't feel any sensations, but he stood up with his own will, stumbled and leaned against the stone wall, curled up. Even if he is dead, he will not abandon his brother.
Chi Ningguo’s upper body was tightly attached to the clothes that were frozen like a stone, but Jiang Minghao could not feel any discomfort, because his body had no sense of it, and the skin on his body began to change from purple. It became red, and the slender capillaries began to slowly bleed, indicating that he had been frostbited.
With the handsome Jiang Minghao on his back, he moved his heavy feet step by step as if he was filled with lead. Jiang Minghao's body no longer felt a bit, he would rather let his body feel the pain of a sword bayonet when he was in contact with the cold wind. , That way at least proves that he still feels, but now, he has no pain at all, and he insists on relying on his own will. Jiang Minghao keeps repeating a sentence in his mind:
"Go forward, go forward, go forward..."